When the night comes, and you are still awake questioning every life decision you ever made, will you regret me?
When you are all by yourself, no one to talk to, but browsing your contacts, will your fingers stop swiping, when my name comes up?
And when after 20 years, if you see me on some crosswalk, will you stop and say hello, or just walk by avoiding my gaze?
When you are all by yourself, no one to talk to, but browsing your contacts, will your fingers stop swiping, when my name comes up?
And when after 20 years, if you see me on some crosswalk, will you stop and say hello, or just walk by avoiding my gaze?
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